Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1226: But just as the third button slipped free, Collin abruptly pulled his hands away from her. Without hesitation, he sat up, struggling to steady his jagged, uneven breaths. Linsey stared at the ceiling, her thoughts tangled, then muttered, "Is something bothering you?" Trying to steady himself, Collin kept his eyes away from hers. He twisted his neck and focused on a distant point, refusing to look at her. His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he said, "You've had too much to drink. Nothing you say now will make sense.

We'll talk once you're sober." Those words brought Linsey up short. Suddenly, the haze in her mind faded a little. Was Collin actually showing restraint? Since when did he act so proper? Her confusion grew, but Collin's tone cut through, firm and unmistakable. "Linsey, we're married. You belong with me, and that won't change. Don't mention leaving again. I won't listen." For a moment, Linsey could only flutter her eyes. "But-" Collin could already sense the argument she was about to make, even before Linsey managed to get the words out. He didn't let her continue.

With a sharp tug, he helped her sit up and, with clear annoyance in his voice, changed the subject. "You stink of alcohol. Go rinse off." "Do I?" Surprised by his words, Linsey found her muddled mind suddenly focused on his comment instead. She rolled up her sleeve and took a determined whiff, watching her own reaction twist in the next moment. No question about it-the odor was downright awful. Reluctantly, Linsey pushed herself upright and shuffled in the direction of the bathroom. Before she got far, Collin reached out, catching her arm.

"Hold on." "What is it?" she wobbled, frowning in confusion. Without offering an explanation, he leaned over and pressed the intercom button. The line buzzed to life, and Collin spoke with measured authority. "Send a maid up to the suite." Check out the newest chapters gαlησνℯls․com "Yes, sir," Roland responded right away, not bothering with any questions. Linsey heard every word and shot him a bewildered look. "Why do we need a maid up here?" Collin fixed her with a blunt stare and replied, "Frankly, you're too drunk to handle a bath on your own.

I'd rather not have to fish my new wife out of the tub before the ink's dry on our marriage certificate." She had no comeback for that. True to form, Roland acted fast and made arrangements with the household staff in minutes. Though the idea of anyone assisting with her bath unsettled Linsey, Collin gave her little choice in the matter, so she gave in with obvious reluctance. Freshly washed and dressed in soft pajamas, Linsey stepped back into the room. Over at the dressing table, Collin waited with something tucked in his palm. He motioned for her to come closer.

"Come here." The maid wisely excused herself first. Linsey caught the sound of Collin's voice calling her, and as if drawn by an invisible spell, she moved toward him, one step at a time. As she approached, her eyes finally landed on the object in his hands-a hairdryer. "Is that for me?" Linsey inquired, extending her hand to take it. . . .